Yvette breaks away for air, clearly a little flushed, and glances over at you. "Mmmm, I cannot tell. Should Monsieur have a... taste?"
Martha laughs throatily and scoops out some more desert and rubs it into the maid's mouth. Yvette then stands up, leans towards you and gives you a saucy kiss.
It certainly tastes great to you, the sugar rush adding to the general surges of pleasure from banging the Doyen of good taste right on her kitchen counter.
Yvette gently pushes you away and smiles at Martha.
"I don't know, Madame. Perhaps... it needs some whipped cream to top it off?"
Martha frowns as best she can between the waves of bliss, resulting in a sexy pout. "Oh, but I don't have any prepared!"
Her maid smiles enthusiastically. "No worries, Madame!" she chirps as she reaches into the fridge and pulls out a can of Redi-Whip.
Martha pouts even more. "Store bought! Oh, but I feel so naughty using something straight from a can!"
Yvette holds the can down near her crotch and waves it provocatively. "Perhaps Madame would like to taste Yvette's cream before denying it?"
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